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“There. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” He gets to his feet and offers me a hand. I let him help me stand, and cross the last few steps heading up to the upper floor.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Nothing could have prepared me.
Well, that’s a lie. Jason prepared me—as much as he could have before making me sign his document—and so did Yuki, downstairs. I doubt her goal was to make this easier on me, but what she said makes an awful lot of sense once I cross the threshold.
Hell, mymotherprepared me earlier today.
All the same, I absolutely would never have guessed what I was walking into.
Which makes me sound dumb. After all, haven’t I seen Jason with his three friends, fucking the hell out of a girl just a few months back? I suppose I must have erased that from my mind, or assumed it was an isolated incident.
I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I’m frozen in place, incapable of rational thought or movement.
I’m watching. I can’t stop myself. My eyes are greedy, taking in every inch of this place.
The room we walked into is less than half the size of the club downstairs—still large, but more intimate.
I laugh. That’s the perfect word for the situation.
Intimate.
Just like downstairs, there are booths along the walls, with luxurious dark leather upholstery. The furniture is roomier—the rows of sofas are something between a bed and a bench. And on most of those benches my schoolmates and a few strangers around our age are fucking.
That’s a broad generalization. I see a girl who’s just drinking her cosmo with some guy. They’re not fucking.
Never mind, he just shoved his hand between her legs. She’s widening them.
Cain’s head is thrown over the high back of his booth as a woman whose face I can’t see blows him. Another girl climbs next to them, whispers in his ear, giggle, and stands over him, before lowering herself to his mouth. I don’t suppose she’s wearing underwear.
It’s a veritable orgy. The beat of the music downstairs is echoed here, but at a low volume. I mostly hear moans, screams of pleasure, and begging.
One girl’s with five guys. One guy’s with three girls. There’s a guy fucking another guy, and two girls scissoring each other in the same booth.
“You can run away.”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I think. But I know running away isn’t my current instinct. I’m…curious. I have questions.
“There are private rooms on this side.” He gestures to a door on the right. “And a dungeon here, for those who like a little more spice with their play.” Jason makes a face. “Not my scene.”
“What’s your scene?” I hear myself ask.
He shrugs. “This. Watching. Being watched.” I lift my head and see that he’s scrutinizing every one of my expressions. “Sharing,” he adds.
Fuck.
My eyes return to the proclivities before me. I down the rest of my drink.
Jason laughs. “Let’s get you another one of those, yes?”
“Please.”
We walk to the bar at the end of the space. That involves getting closer to the crowd, passing through the few couples dancing on the small floor here. There aren’t many. They’re more interested in fucking. Some of the dancers touch themselves under their clothes.
I focus on the bar, trying to clear my mind.
